" The Trucker's Bunk Boy " ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Part I
"Hey buddy, Tony's callin'. I'm down at the Plaza 23 Truck Stop. Ya wana take a look at my Kenworth conventional, boy? My rig is the one at the back of the lot with the eysenglass lights in the corner of the windshield. Not many trucks have those funny purple-blue lights, so you'll spot my rig real quick-like, boy. Just park in the front of the truck stop and come on back. You can sit up in the bunk and ride with me; find out how we operate on a long haul run." Tony's little friend was getting ready to take off for the truck stop, wondering what it was going to be like, runin' down the road with Tony. Pete had meet Tony when he worked at Plaza-23. Pete worked in the kitchen of the restaurant. Every truck stop has a grease spoon diner. Ever wonder why there was a fuel shortage back about 1976 ? That's when the french fries started tasting different. Even though Pete was 18, he thought for a moment before heading out the door of the house he shared with his Mother. Should I leave a note for Mom, tell my best friend, or just go? Tony thought for what seamed like an eternity. He decided to call his best friend. When his friend answered the phone, Tony bellowed, "Hey Jim, guess where I'm going?" Shit, I don't even know where I'm going. Jim replied to Tony, "I don't care where you're goin'. Guess where I'm goin'?" and before Tony had time to respond Jim blurted out, "I'm going to Texas next week with my Uncle!" Big deal Tony thought. Pete was going to do something HE had always wanted to do. Ride with a truck driver. He had heard rumors about what truck drivers did on the road. His Mom would chatter away for what seamed like hours on the CB radio at home. He always wondered what Mom did when she went out late in the evening. He had an idea, but never said anything. Neither did his Mom. "Listen Jim", Tony said. "I'm going for a ride with Tony in his tractor trailer. You know, that truck driver I told you about. The one I like to look at." "Hey that's great! Where'd ya say you were goin'?" "I really don't know, Jim." he replied sheepishly. "All I know is he makes trips from some place called Bean Town to The Windy, where ever the hell they are. Can't find them on the map." He thought for a minute. "They must be on either side of here, unless he drives through here for other reasons." Jim wanted to change the subject. He was getting pissed at the idea that his best friend was going to do something that he had always wanted to do too. Before he had time to change the subject, Tony started in again. "Well, I gotta go. If you see Hector, tell him ta 'kiss my ass'. Tell him twice. Once for you, if you want." Tony hung up the phone and made a peanut butter and pickle sandwich to take with him. He dropped it in a baggy and ran out the door. He didn't have time to get anything else. He already had a silver dollar in his pocket. Suzzie, a former girl friend had given it to him a few years ago for him to hang on to. He got to the truck stop in record time. Didn't want 'Big Tony' to leave without him. He parked his old '69 American Rambler off to the side, locked it, and dashed off toward the back of the parking lot where the trucks were parked. He never noticed that his mom was across the street in the Beauty Salon getting her hair done. She had her hair done every Friday afternoon. He saw the truck in the distance. His heart was pounding like a locomotive. Tony was waiting with baited breath for his little friend. He saw the little shit scamper across the parking lot. As he got closer to the truck, Tony lit up a cigarette. Camel was his favorite cigarette. As Pete got close enough to read the license plates on the front of the tractor, Tony opened the door and climbed down. "I'm glad you came along buddy. Tony, with mouth half open, looked up at the man. He never noticed the extended hand Tony was offering, until Tony said, "Hey boy, wake up. Said glad you could make it." Pete took Tony's hand and shook it. Tony had such a big hand compared to his own. "I.. I.. I'm glad I could come," was all he could say, looking up at the towering trucker. Tony kept his Camel clenched between his teeth. "Here, let me help you up.. Son," Tony said as he put his hand on his friends' little round ass cheeks. Tony gave a little shove and Pete hopped into the tractor. Tony hurried around to the other side and climbed in on the drivers side. The tractor was already purring like a loud kitten. The two looked like long lost buddies, justa smilin' at each other as Tony inched the rig towards the front of the huge parking lot. He slowed the truck down a bit as he saw someone leave the Beauty Shop across the street. It was a middle age woman he had screwed around with a few times. He didn't know it was Pete's Mom. Pete was looking around the interior of the truck and did not notice her. Tony did not want her to see him with another male in the truck. "I'm on my way to Hunt's Point today, then off to the Windy tomorrow, Pete. You're welcome to go all the way with me, if you want. I'll have you back by Tuesday morning at the latest." "Where ever you wana go is fine with me," Pete said in a nervous voice. He noticed the cab of the truck had a peculiar smell, but did not inquire about it. It was a smell he had never smelled before. Tony and Pete just sat quiet for what seemed like an eternity. Tony was constantly shifting gears as the big Kenworth rolled down the highway toward Interstate 87. Pete surmised that Tony was one of the more experienced drivers. They got to the Interstate, Tonny snatched the toll ticket, and the two of them continued south. Just then, Tony broke the silence. "Why not climb up in the bunk and rest for a bit. We got a long haul ahead" He wanted the boy to relax and feel at home. Tony had spilled some amyl nitrate on the floor just before Pete got to the truck. Tony remembered the day he spied Pete pullin' his boy meat behind the truck stop. Pete never knew Tony saw him. "Got some nice magazines back there you might like to look at. Take your pick, or look at all of them if ya like," Tony said. "WOW... where'd you pick these up from?", Pete blared as he climbed into the bunk. "Oh, just some little hole in the wall out by Erie. Ya see, we truckers get awful horney on the road. When we can't find some action on the road, we just lay back and look at the pictures and dream. Dreamin' is good fer ya. Look at what ever you want to, Son." Tony had a few copies of Drummer, Uncut, and some pussy magazines. He never knew what kind of hitchhikers he would be picking up on the road. He wanted his victims to be happy. When his victims were happy, big Tony was even happier. Tony flipped on the C.B. radio. It crackled a few times. Tony picked up the microphone in his paws and started talking, "How 'bout that Northbound large car just past 136 over 3 ?" "Yea, cum on, you got the Fertile Farmer here out of the Buckeye." "How's lookin over yer donkey?", Tony said. "Weight Watchers open down by Suffern. Other than that yer good to the TZ." "That's a 10-4. You got B.T. here with uhm.. ah.. Little Bo Pete. Your good up to the split in the Capital town, except for a Northbound bear ahead of ya 'bout five miles." "Flowers to ya B.T. and ah.. yer Little Bo Pete. By fer now.. fer now.. fer now," the other trucker said. "What the fuck was... I mean what the hell was that all about?" Pete said, correcting his language. "Well," Tony said, "Fertile Farmer was his name he uses on the C.B., donkey is a cleaner word than ass. Weight Watchers are the ones who check us for weight restrictions. TZ is the Tappan Zee Bridge. B.T. is my code name, the split means any place where major highways connect. Capital, means Albany, bear means a police car. I feel like I'm playin' twenty questions with you. Any more questions?" "No Ssir," Pete replied in a long quiet voice." No Sir, Tony thought. What a fuckin nice ring to it, as his manhood started to grow in his pants. The mix of popper gas and that little shit calling me Sir. Oh baby!, he thought to himself. After a while, Tony heard the rustling of pages in the bunk. It made his crotch itch. He knew what was in every one of those magazines. "Hey Son. Whatcha lookin' at ?" "Uh.. (cough) uhm, nothing," Pete said quickly. He couldn't possibly tell Tony that he was looking at some cock pictures. Tony retorted, "Ok, watcha readin' then ?" Tony could tell what Pete was reading by those remarks. Pete thought for a quick moment, "I'm readin' 'bout this saleslady and her big breasts." Tony chuckled to himself. Suuurree he is. He knew damn well the boy was looking at cocks, balls, or ass. And he was damn sure the boy was gunna be lookin' at cock, balls, AND ass up close. It was beginning to get hot in the truck. "Whew Tony, is it hot in here, or is it just me ?", Pete asked with a little sweat running down off of his nose. "No, it's not you. The damn air conditioner broke about two weeks ago. I'd roll the windows down, but the window on the passenger side doesn't work all the time. I'd rather keep it rolled up for now." Big Tony was beginning to sweat just a little. He clenched the wheel with his left hand and gave a jerk on his western shirt. The snaps came undone and the shirt pulled out of his work pants. Then he pulled the shirt up over his head. "Hey Pete", Tony spoke in his deep stud voice "Huh", Pete replied "If it gets too hot back there, strip out of yer clothes. I don't want you smelling like a grease pit when I gitcha back home." Tony hesitated and added,"But then after a weekend with me, you'll begin to smell like a hard workin man. You gotcher self a girl friend Pete?" "Uh.. no. Not anymore. Useta have one 'bout three, maybe four years ago." Tony was glad to hear that. "What happened. Yer dick wasn't big enough for her ?", Tony laughed. "We just split up. I don't know why." "Well, maybe you never played with her snatch the way it should have been played with. Big Tony'll show ya how to play with a pussy later, if you'd like." The pussy Tony wanted was right behind him, in the bunk. The two of them were quiet for a long time. After awhile, Tony slowed the truck down for an exit up ahead. He was getting just a bit hungry. He always stopped at a small hot dog stand off the Newburgh exit of the interstate. Pete never noticed Tony shifting down the gears and as he approached the toll booth. The tractor trailer groaned to a stop. That's when Pete looked up. "Where are we," Pete asked as he poked his head around the corner from the sleeper. Pete had stripped down to his white shorts. He didn't know if the toll collector could see him in his shorts or not. Tony paid the toll of $6.85, "There's a Hot Dog wagon just around the corner. I need a quick bite to eat." Tony said as he rolled his window up part way. No need to get dressed. I'll getcha hot dog if you want it. "Sure... Ah, well, I can wait," Pete said, remembering he only had a silver dollar in his pocket. "What's wrong? First ya want a dog, then ya don't." "I.. I forgot to bring some money with me," Pete said sheepishly. Tony pulled the rig over to the side, turned and stared right at Pete and said, "Boy. I said I would get you a hot dog. I had not planned on having you pay me. But if you would like to pay your own way, I'll make a deal with you; boy. I'll provide for you this weekend, if you'll help me out." Pete cowered down and thought for a minute. In a long drawn out face, Pete said, "Okay." Tony pulled the rig back onto the highway, only to slow down and pull over a short distance ahead at the Hot Dog Wagon. "You want some little meat, or big meat," Tony asked while rubbing his crotch. "I'll have just a regular hot dog with ketchup, relish, and mustard," Pete said. Tony climbed out of his rig and went to get the hot dogs. He paid for the hot dogs and strutted back to the truck. Pete was waiting for his food. He had his peanut butter and pickle sandwich, but he wanted to hang on to that in case he needed it later. Tony popped the door open and set Pete's dog on the seat. "Here boy. Here's the meat you wanted. Take it so I can climb in and sit down. I can't climb in with two dogs in my hand." Pete leaned out of the bunk and took his hot dog. Tony snapped at him, "Nobody eats food in my bunk. Sit up in the front to eat. Ain't nobody gunna see ya in yer shorts." Tony got himself a big Texas size hot dog. Pete was still eating the hot dog when Tony was finished. Tony said, "I'll be right back," as he jumped out of the rig. He went back to get two sodas. He hopped back up in the truck, started it and eased back onto the highway. Tony drove up to the tool booth and took his ticket. He pulled away from the tool booth, jerking the truck some what. Pete was just finishing his hot dog as Tony reached over to drop the tool ticket into a slot in the console between the seats. He didn't see Pete's cup of soda d until it was too late. "Oh shit," Tony blurted out. "I'm real sorry boy. You'd better get out of those wet shorts before you get a chill." Tony was going to see the boy naked at last. "But I...", Pete started. "Out of the shorts! I don't wantcha getting sick and havin' yer mother point a finger at me... or you. Nobody's gunna see ya. Yer up too high." Tony pulled the rig to the shoulder. Pete took off his white shorts, gave them to Tony, and Tony turned and tucked them into a plastic bag in the bunk. Tony also took the female magazines out the bunk and stashed them under his own seat when Pete wasn't looking. Tony took out a cigar from his vest pocket. "I didn't know you smoked cigars too," Pete said, while folding his hands on his lap." "Lot of things you don't know about me. I'm sorry about the soda, Pete," Tony said while reaching under the seat for something. "Here. I'll make up for it. Here's some chocolate pudding I brought from home." Pete loved chocolate pudding, and Tony loved to see his friends eat his special pudding. "That cigar smells good," Pete said while diving into the pudding. "What brand is it?" "I don't really know. A friend of mine picks them up for me. Didja ever smoke a cigar Pete?" "No. Dad use to smoke cigars. I use to think about tryin' them. Maybe someday I'll try" "How was your hot dog ?" Tony asked while puffing on his cigar and filling the cab up with smoke. "It was good. Thank you for getting it for me," Pete said. "Looks like you swallowed that hot dog without chewin' it up, boy," Tony said while glancing at the boys crotch. "Whatdya mean, " Pete said. Tony responded by nodding his head towards the boys dick and said," Yer dick's about as big as that hot dog "Oh! Must be the cigar smoke is makin' me hard," Pete replied. "That's hard?" Tony asked the boy. "Yea... Why," Pete said as he let it bob it the air. He was quite proud of his 5 inch manhood "Why do you think they call me 'B.T.' on the CB radio?" Tony asked while rubbing his crotch. "Never mind, I'll compare it with yer's later. Just eat yer pudding. It's good fer ya." Tony snapped the CB radio on again. He didn't want to scare the boy too much. He thought perhaps other conversations might change the way things were headed. He did some talking on the radio and encouraged Pete to talk on it too. "Mom talks to truckers going through the area," Pete said. His mom said most truck drivers were loaded with bull shit and only wanted to impress the other drivers who were listening. He wondered what the drivers looked like. "Oh, who does she talk to," Tony asked "Well there's this one driver by the name, or handle of 'Double T'. She said she meet him about four or five months ago." This was going to be an interesting weekend, Tony thought. Tony usually went by 'Double T', except when he had a passenger, he would use the name 'B.T.'. This way the other drivers would know he had a passenger... or victim... what ever the case. Tony kept blowing the smoke from his cigar towards Pete, hoping he would entice him into taking a few puffs. He could see that it was having an effect on his friend. Pete's dick was harder than when he saw it before. "Hey boy, you hard thinking about those magazines, or what? Why not get up in the bunk and look at some more pictures. I'll be pullin' into the rest area up 'head 'bout five 'r six miles." Pete climbed back into the bunk to look at some more of the pictures. He took one of the magazines and began to thumb through it. What he didn't realize was that Tony had taken the female magazines out of the bunk. Soon after Pete was back there, Tony heard the beautiful rustling of pages. Male porn pages. Tony pulled the rig into the rest area near Suffern and put the rest of his cigar in the ashtray on the console. "Hey Pete, what you lookin' at now. Want to have that cigar you always wanted to try, and try to be a real Man... like those in that stud magazine you're lookin' at." "Howd'jew know what I'm lookin' at," Pete blurted. "Look around. What magazines do you see back there now?" Pete swallowed hard, looked up and saw Tony inches away, staring into his eyes. Tony snapped at him, "Well. Answer me." "I... I... was just comparing my cock with those in the magazine," Pete said. By this time Tony was in the bunk next to Pete. "Would you like to look at some more pretty pictures, or perhaps at a real man's cock?" Tony suggested. "Yea.... I guess so," Pete said. He liked looking at those pictures. He wondered how big Tony's cock was. He wanted to find out if the rumor about truck drivers was true or not. "Put yer shorts, pants, socks, and footwear back on. Then git yer ass up in the front and sit down. We're gunna compare cocks, but first yer gunna earn the right to look at my cock. OK, boy?" "Yes Sir," Pete said. He got his clothes on except for his shirt and sat on the front seat. Tony grabbed his cigar and sat in the bunk behind the boy. He lit the cigar and got it glowing. "OK boy. Look straight out that windshield." Tony got the cigar smokin real good "Here, smoke this," Tony said as he moved the cigar to the front of Pete's mouth and forced it in. "Take the cigar and smoke it fucker. Prove to me yer a man. Smoke it boy. Smoke it all up, if you can. Then, and only then, can you come back here and look at 'Big Tony' and his cock." Pete was shaking from head to foot, but he tried a few small puffs. His ass was beginning to feel a little funny. He didn't know why. "Tony... I got to go to the bathroom!" "Sorry, boy. Y'aint movin' 'til that fuckin cigar is all smoked up. I want this cab to be blue with smoke." Tony knew why his friend needed to go to the bathroom. He had laced the pudding with ex-lax. The chocolatey kind. All he had to do now was to wait for the results. He grabbed the cigar out of Pete's mouth and took a few man size puffs and drew a red band abound the cigar. About an inch or two from the base of it. "Here's your smoke, boy. SUCK it in, hold it, then exhale for me BOY. Do it 'til that red line disappears. Then you can get back here with me and we'll play. Pete took a couple of drags on the cigar and coughed. He was use to smoking cigarettes once in a while with his buddies back home. He puffed again, this time not inhaling the thick pungent smoke so much. The cab was beginning to fill up, but oh he had to go to the bathroom. It wasn't like he was going to shit his shorts, yet; but he knew he had to go soon. Tony was in the back laying out some heavy duty black plastic on the bunk. He was already to plow a tight male pussy. "What'sa matter Pete. Smoke gettin to ya?" Tony asked of his friend up in the jump seat. Pete puffed away and commented, "Just a little, Sir. But I'm beginning to enjoy it." "Good... Still gotta shit, my friend?" Tony asked, with a big wide grin on his face. "No. I can hold it some more, I.. I think. I want to get back there with you... and see what'cher dick looks like." "Well, smoke up boy. Then we'll both look." Pete smoked some more. The cigar was almost down to the red mark that Tony put on the cigar. Pete was pleased that Tony had smoked at least half of it before giving it to him. Tony noticed the red circle slowly disappear from the cigar and said, "OK, boy. Time to climb into the bunk with Big Tony. Just leave the cigar in the ashtray there on the console." Pete put the cigar where Tony told him to, then he climbed into the sleeper. Tony reached behind Pete and undid the curtain that was rolled up between the bunk and the seats in the front. "Okay boy. Let's git ya out of those shorts so we can get a good look at you." Pete took his clothes off. When his white fruit-of-the- looms dropped, his cock bobbed up in the air. Tony just laughed, and Pete's cock went soft again. Pete felt like punching Tony, but knew better not to do that. "Okay Pete. Now's my turn. Just watch." Tony took his boots off, then he undid his 501's, all the time staring at the boy. When the pants came off, Pete's dick started to bob up and down again. Pete apparently liked what he saw on Tony. WOW!! Where'd you get a set of balls like that from!", Pete exclaimed. Tony just smiled at the boy and reached for his boots, and put them back on. "Y'aint seen anything yet friend," Tony exclaimed. "Old Tony needs some help. Here, feel this cock, boy. What I need is a pussy back here with me. That'll make my dick rock hard. But I don't have a pussy, yet. So just grab on t' my dick and watch it grow." Pete took the soft flabby cock in his hand and started to stroke it. Even though he was 18, almost 19, Pete had small hands. Tony just laid back and started to enjoy his friend, just'a strokin' his manhood. "Tony, I think I better go to the bathroom in a little while. Must have been something I ate. I think I really have't go." Tony pretended not to hear Pete. His cock started it's upward stretch. Pete noticed it starting to grow too. "I aint never seen a cock THAT big. How big does it get?" Pete asked. "Oh some where between nine ten inches. I never really measured it. Smell yer hand Pete," Tony said. Pete smelled his hand, the one he was using to stroke cock. His hand had a strong smell of cock cheese. "Like the smell boy? I'll show you where it comes from some other time. Here, turn around so I can get a look at yer balls from the back." Pete turned around. He was kneeling, ass towards Tony face, his right elbow on the black plastic, and his left hand began to stroke Tony's shaft again. Tony began to feel Pete's balls from the back. After a while Pete began to move a little, as if to say, 'do it some more. It feels good.' Tony grabbed a tube he had under the pillow and applied some grease to a finger and began to massage it on the outside of the boy's ass lips. "Ooooh Maaaaannn, that feels gooood," Pete said in a low soft voice. He started to move his little ass around, getting into the rhythm of the finger fuckin'. "Just be careful," he added, "I got to take a shit." Tony just kept up the motions on the outside of Pete's hole. Kneading and stretching the hole with a finger or two occasionally. After about fifteen minutes, Pete was sweating. He knew what he wanted. He wanted to feel Tony's cock. He wanted that big cock in his ass. He wanted to feel it move in his ass. "Pleaase... Pleaasssee... Tony, fuck me". Tony just kept up the finger fuckin' He was going to get the boy right where he wanted him. Pete asked again. Tony waited about a minute, and Pete asked a third time. "Address me correctly, BOY, and you might get'yer wish." "Yeeessss Siiirr," Pete asked in a low panting breath. "Fuck me, Siiirr. Please Fuck me Sir!" "Roll over on yer back boy. I want you to get a close look at my stud cock. Tell IT to fuck yer ass." Pete rolled onto his back and Tony knelt over his captive. He dangled his hard cock in his big hands a few inches away from Pete's mouth. Pete tipped his head towards the monster cock. It must have been at least nine inches by now. "Open yer mouth pretty boy. Lick my lolly-pop. Tell me what flavor it is." Pete opened his mouth and stuck out his pink tongue and stretched for the cock head. He moved his tongue back and forth over the trucker dick. "Ahahahahahah" His tongue went back and forth. First to the left, then the right. "Now just open wide and watch this Texas size dog go down yer throat boy. That's it, put'cher head back." Tony scooted up towards the boy's head and put his hands behind Pete's head. He pulled Pete's head up just a little to let Pete know HE was now in control. He stuck his cock into the boy's mouth and started a slow fucking rhythm into the boys throat. "Slurp mmmfff...mmfff...mmmffff," was all Pete could say. "That's the way baby. Yer doin' good. Pucker yer lips for me..... That's it. Suck it Oh yeeaaaa baby. Keep it up." "Gummmmt mmf tummff gommff butmmmfff rrummmmmm," Pete tried to say. "What'd ya say BOY," Tony snarled at the boy. "buhmmmfff rrummm, buuhmmmmfff rrruummm," Was all Pete could get out. Tony popped his cock out of the boy's mouth. "Pleeease Sir... I gotta go to the bathroom! NOW. I CAN'T WAIT" Tony got off the boy's chest, Pete started to get up but Tony grabbed him and held on tight, "Did I say you could get up?" "No Sir!" Tony laid on the plastic sheets and stuck his cock up in the air and looked at the boy. "Here boy, put some grease on yer hand and stroke my cock." Pete squeezed Tony's shaft for a few seconds. "So you got to go to the bathroom, right BOY?" "Yes, Sir. I got to go. I can't wait!" Pete said excitedly. Tony looked at the boy and said quietly, "Sit on the shaft. It'll plug you good, real good boy..... So you won't have to shit so soon. Come on, just wiggle yer butt onto it." "Nooooo, I can't. I got to ggooo." "Sit on it, NOW," Tony barked. Pete knew he meant business by the look in his eyes. He moved his boy butt over the cock head and started to move ever so slowly onto the trucker's dick. "Aauugh Tony! it hurts. I got to shit." "SIT BOY!!! NOW" Tony put his hands up on the boys hips and pushed him down farther on the throbbing hugh rod. Pete let out a wail that could be heard up and down the interstate. "Aaauugh augh nnooo it huurts. Pleaaase nnoooo" Tony stared at the boy as he stopped pulling him down the shaft. "It's alright boy. I just want to plug ya up so ya don't shit.... at least until I say you can shit." Pete just stayed there, afraid to move an inch, for fear that Tony might start pushing more cock up his ass.
End of Part I